Martyn Grindrod Poet Epitaph

My Blood

My Blood 

Splendid soldier you
I'm merely your descendant
barely fit to footstep follow 
I'm discipled , My kindred hero 

Foreign soils desperately dank 
Churchillian's major tactical outflank
Death by bulleted blight
Bastard German bight

Evil eradication in Holland's nether land
Liberation free , Guaranteed
Twas his life he gave 
Home to a war hero's grave

Death knell to heroic soldier blue
And maybe I'm a tad bitter 'tis true 
My Blood lost his life to a gameplan 
After all what's a medal without the man 

Martyn Grindrod 

My tribute to my Grandad 
William Fred Grindrod 
20/12/1918 - 30/11/1944
Who would have been 100 years old today.

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Beata Agustin August 6, 2025 at 1:08 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.